He walks across the room, grabs my teddy bear from the pillow, then holds it up. “Though not surprised since you sleep with this thing. Do you kiss it too?”
I charge across the room and slam him against the wall, grabbing his shirt. “Give it back.”
His smirk widens, showing teeth. “Looks like the grizzly came out to play.”
I twist the material, cinching the collar. “Give. It. Back.”
“Aww, is the baby bear gonna hit me?” He sticks his bottom lip out, making a pouty face. “Or do you only know how to run and cry?”
God, I want to both punch him in the face and bite that lip. Instead, I release his shirt then grab his throat, squeezing hard enough to make him sputter. He drops the bear, and I let go to pick it up, then back away.
He laughs under his breath. “Pathetic.”
“Yeah? Well, you forced me to marry you instead of standing up to your parents.” I place the bear on my desk, then turn to face him, crossing my arms over my chest. “Also let your father hit you. Maybe you’re the pathetic one.”
His lips curl into a sneer, the veins in his neck bulging. “Shut your fucking mouth.”
“Or what?” I stand taller, tilting my head. “Or is something else pissing you off? Is it because you might be attracted to me?”
Connor goes rigid, his face flushing. “You think I want you?”
I shrug.
His hazel eyes bore into mine. “Maybe you’re the one who wants me.”
I snort, deciding to poke my already pissed off fake husband even more. “I’m not the one saying your name as I come. And I'd rather be with Kai. He probably kisses better than you anyway.”
Yeah, I noticed the way Connor scowled at Kai, as if he was two seconds away from cracking his beer bottle across my friend’s head.
“What the fuck's that supposed to mean?”
Stepping closer, I lean down, towering over him. “You're a shit kisser.”
Connor opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again, then surges up and slams his lips against mine.
I stand there wide-eyed, brain trying to catch up. His lips are warm and demanding against mine, his tongue already trying to push past my teeth.
I shove him away.
He stares at me, breathing hard, pupils blown wide, chest rising and falling fast. His mouth opens again, probably to say something asshole-ish. But I don't give him the chance. I grab his wrists and pin them to the wall, then kiss him.
He lets out this low, pissed-off growl that's half animal snarl, half desperate groan, as he kisses me back.
I wasn't ready for this, for the way his lips smash against mine, hot and brutal, tasting like salt and beer and something filthy I can't name. It’s making my head spin.
Connor bites down on my bottom lip, teeth sinking in just enough to sting, and I gasp, my mouth opening wide. He shoves his tongue in, fucking every inch of my mouth like he owns it.
I have no fucking clue what to do with my own tongue, and fumble around like the dumbass virgin I am. But I don't want to stop.
His cock presses into mine, and sparks shoot up my spine. My hips buck forward, grinding against him like I've lost control. The friction’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. It’s too much all at once.
My heart slams against my ribs as he groans into my mouth, fighting my grip on his wrists and rutting against me. My legs shake, muscles drawn so tight it’s like my body doesn’t know how to hold this much at once. My cock throbs, balls aching so bad it hurts.
One of his hands slips free from my grasp and slides down to settle on my hip.
Everything stops.
My body locks up, breath catching. A strangled, terrified noise escapes me, and I recoil as if he burned me.
